Things Without Names

There are things without names
That we dream in our sleep
That we taste on our tongues
Sometimes cold, sometimes sweet

There are feelings and memories
That grow under our skin
That know all the answers
And keep them locked within

There are things without names
That creep in the dark
Restless and yearning
For the morning skylark

There are colors that hover
Just out of our reach
We're grasping at rainbows
We learn, and we teach

There are things without names
That live in our minds
That manifest in daydreams
And take up all our time

There are patterns of shadows
There are footprints in sand
There are waves of exhaustion
After tugging at your hand

There are things without names
Let them continue untouched
Let them always be unnamed
Sometimes names are too much

Sometimes just a whisper
Is all that you might need
An arm around shoulders
And an ear for a story

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